Caressed by Shadows (Rulers of Darkness Book 4) (8 page)

Falcon cupped her face, his thumbs gently stroking along her jaw.

If he kissed her, she would lose control. She would drag him into the shadows and―

He brushed his lips across her brow then pressed a kiss to her cheek. He nibbled on her earlobe. Sh
e almost came.

“Sonya,” he whispered, his voice low, sensual.

All she could do was moan in response.

“We must go.”

“Yes. Anywhere. Take me anywhere,” she sighed.

Falcon groaned. God, yes, he wanted to do exactly what she was suggesting.

But he wouldn’t be selfish. She needed to feed. She needed to heal before they could―

“It
’s time,” he said.

“Time for what?”

“Your appointment.”

Sonya’s fangs burst forth
as a red haze clouded her mind. Instantly bloodlust entwined with her desire.

Her eyes fell on Falcon
’s pulse.

Oh, yes. She was hungry. For him and his blood.

Chapter Six

Falcon deposited her in the private room as he went to retrieve the bleeder.

She had hoped he would’ve changed his mind and offered her his blood, as he had offered the night before.

Only, this time from the vein and not a glass
, she thought, running the tip of her tongue over her fangs.

Still anticipation robbed her of breath. It had been so long since she’d fed directly from a human. She had been secretly thrilled with the advent of bagged blood, having never cared for the feeding act. But tonight was different and she was…excited.

Falcon had brought her up to the private room he had reserved.

Would Falcon leave while she fed?

She wanted him to stay. To watch. She wanted to gaze into his swirling silver eyes as she sank her fangs into her prey. The deliciously wicked thought caused a wave of heat to rush through her.

The footsteps paused just before the door. She could hear the muffled voice of Falcon and a woman.

Sonya’s throat went dry, her fangs extending. Hunger gathered like a crimson haze in her mind, blurring her vision. It had been so long, too long since she had fed. Her body was weak, unable to heal, and the vampire within her lurked dangerously close to the surface, waiting for a chance to strike, to take over her so it could gorge itself on human blood.

If Falcon did not want to watch her feed, she prayed he would stay if only to keep her from killing the mortal woman.

The doorknob twisted and the bleeder stepped in. Sonya’s predatory instincts flared. Sonya barely resisted the urge to launch herself at her prey.

The woman was short and nearly too slender. She wore a black leather tube top and matching mini skirt, with knee high boots. She had short, bleached blonde hair, dull brown eyes, and a nose ring.

A low growl vibrated Sonya’s throat. The woman stumbled in surprise when her gaze fell on Sonya. She quickly regained her composure and turned towards Falcon, who stood just inside the doorway.

“Ménage à trois or is she going to watch?” She shrugged her pokey, bare shoulders. “I’m good with either, but it will cost extra.”

“No, dear,” Falcon said, his voice low and rough. Sensual. “I brought you up here for her.”

The blonde’s thick lips curled into a smile. “Good. I’ve always preferred women.” She sashayed across the room. “What will it be?” she asked. “Just a quick bite or,” she ran her tongue over her stained red lips, “more?”

Sonya did not answer, her ravenous gaze focused on the woman’s pulse. It thrummed enticingly under her pale, smooth skin.

Falcon turned to l
eave, his fingers wrapped around the knob.

“Don’t leave,” Sonya called. Her words were hard, her voice deep and not her own. She fully expected to sense fear from the human. The demonic sound generally terrified humans, but this girl, she was a pro. The coarseness of Sonya’s voice excited her.

“I thought you would prefer privacy,” he said.

Sonya switched to an old form of French, which she knew was Falcon’s native tongue. “Please. I don’t want to…harm the girl.”

“I will be just outside the door,” he responded, matching the language.

“What if I lose control? What if I take too much?”

Her gaze remaining on the bleeder, she shook her head. Sonya could sense Falcon’s hesitation and doubt. But there was something else. Curiosity? Simple interest? Or was it something more, something like…desire?

“I really think—”

“Stay,” she growled in English, her lips peeling back over her fangs.

“Yes,” the woman added. “I won’t even charge for you to watch.”

Sonya heard Falcon’s hard swallow and felt the surge of lust that rocked his massive frame. With a whispered curse, he closed the door, hesitated a moment, then crossed the room and collapsed into a black velvet armchair.

Sonya’s gaze flickered to the knight. His body was tense, his jaw set, and his eyes captivating molten pools of silver.

Lust thickened and heated the air—hers, Falcon’s, and the woman’s.

Sonya took the woman’s hand and guided her down to crimson
the velvet chaise.

“What is your name?”

“Star,” the blonde replied.

Sonya nodded. She hadn’t expected the woman to provide her true name.

“You are very attractive, Star, but tonight I only require sustenance,” Sonya explained.

Star’s red lips pouted before she said, “Whatever you wish.”

Sonya smiled, her fangs glistening in the dim red light. Star’s pulse spiked, drawing a predatory growl from Sonya.

She circled around, coming up behind her prey. Sonya crawled onto the chaise. Slipping her arm around Star’s waist, she drew the woman’s back against her.

Star shivered as Sonya’s fingers stroked up her arms to her shoulders. Titling her head to the side, the woman's eyes drifted closed. Her pulse rocketed, the rhythm intense.

Sonya captured and held Falcon's gaze. She slowly ran her tongue over the tips of her fangs. His fingers gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white.
  God, he would give anything to exchange places with the mortal woman. He longed to feel Sonya's mouth at his throat, her fangs scoring his flesh as she drank deeply of him.

A low growl rumbled his chest when Sonya pressed her lips against Star's throat. Sonya's liquid gold gaze remained on him, burning him, taunting him, beckoning to him. He shuddered as Sonya flicked her tiny pink tongue over the mortal's pulse. Star's moan was drowned by Falcon's envious groan. Sonya flashed him a wicked smile then whispered his name, her breath brushing over the woman's sensitive skin.

Star moaned, wantonly. Her hands shot out, she clasped at the edge of the chaise.

“Yes. Yes. Please,” she sighed when Sonya scrapped her fangs over her throat.

Falcon, this is where I want to kiss you. Lick you.  Bite you. Suck you.

Falcon's breath hitched, her words echoing in throug
h his mind. His heart froze mid-beat when Sonya sank her fangs into the slender column of Star's throat. The woman cried out in pleasure, tossing her head back, surrendering to the ecstasy of the bite.

He was unable to look away. Sonya gripped Star’s shoulders, her golden locks spilled over Star’s shoulder to
her breasts. Sonya’s delicate pink lips pressed tightly to the mortal’s throat, concealing lethal fangs. He could hear her draws, her swallows and found himself wishing that Sonya was at his vein, wishing that it were his blood that was filling her mouth, slipping down her throat, and healing her body.

Star’s shivers of pleasure became his own. Arousal hardened his flesh. Falcon shifted, his body on edge. Desire burned up his spine, sending sparks of fire throughout his entire system. His knuckles turned white as he held himself in place.

God, he had never witnessed something so completely erotic. He had always viewed feeding as an unfortunate, disturbing necessity, but now…the show below could not even begin to compare to what was taking place just a few feet in front of him.

Star shuddered, her breath coming in harsh gasps. Falcon could sense how close to orgasm she was. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the pleasure.

Sonya growled. One of her hands slipped from Star’s shoulder to grip her chin. She pulled the woman’s head further to the side, forcing her fangs in deeper. Star cried out, ecstasy washing over her.

Sonya released the woman as she climaxed in her arms. Her fangs dripped with crimson. Blood colored her lips.

Falcon was mesmerized. Desire pounded through his body, heightening his senses. Undeniable need hardened his cock when Sonya’s golden eyes met his once again.

Star lurched to her feet; dizzy and blissfully disoriented she stumbled forward. In one gracefully fluid movement, Falcon stood. Sexual tension radiated from him as he stalked across the room.

His gaze remained locked on Sonya. As he tore his jacket off, he drew money from its pocket.

“Thank you, Star.”

“Sure thing. Will that be all?” she asked.

“Leave us,” he ordered, shoving the money into the mortal’s hand.

Falcon stalked across the room, his eyes molten silver, burning and intense. His fangs grew longer, sharper as he drew near. His wide chest pumped as he filled his lungs with the luscious fragrance of woman, sex, blood and lilacs - oh, sweet lilacs. 

Reaching for the collar of his shirt, Falcon ripped the delicate fabric, leaving the shreds to fall to the ground.
 

His fingers tangled in her hair as he titled her head back.
 

Her hungry, golden gaze burned, challenging him to sate her. Falcon growled the low menacing sound vibrated the room. He would do more than sate her.

Falcon claimed her mouth, his kiss fierce and unrelenting. When their lips met, the air sparked with electricity.

He had suffered for centuries, denying his need to feel her against him, but no longer. Watching her feed from that human, knowing she imagined it was his neck she sank her fangs into was too much. Something inside him had snapped.

Sonya wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her greedy hands roamed his naked back, kneading the muscles that bunched and rolled beneath her fingertips. He had such strength; so much power and he overwhelmed her with his size. He forced her down until her back met the red velvet of the settee. Pressing his knee between her thighs, she opened for him, circling her legs around his waist, hooking he
r
stilettos. Her claws extended and she traced their razor tips up and down his back letting this male know he wasn't going anywhere until she was finished with him.

With a groan, he sank his body into hers and deepened the kiss.

Sonya tightened her arms around him. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts against his hard chest. Falcon shuttered from the contact, his lips falling from hers.

“More. Kiss me more, Falcon,” she gasped.
“I’ll kill you if you stop.”

He smiled against her lips. The sweet queen thought to threaten him with death should he stop. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you exactly what you need,” he vowed before taking her mouth again.

Their kisses were hot, demanding, soul rending, fueled by their long denied passion.

Falcon wrapped
her hair long flaxen hair around one fist before trailing his other hand lightly down the column of her throat. Sonya’s skin was the warmest of silks against his battle-roughened fingers. He cupped a breast, gently squeezing. Her nipples tightened in response, straining against the material of her bra.  He slipped his fingers beneath the thin shoulder straps of her dress and drew her top down. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra. Tossing the fabric to the floor, he left her lips, kissing and nipping his way down
.
 

Sonya’s lungs froze as his mouth moved lower and lower. He paused, his lips a fraction of an inch from one of her nipples.
His breath fanned across her, causing the delicate pink nub to pucker even more. She impatiently groaned, her claws biting into his shoulders. She tried to pull him to her, tried to force him, but he resisted. She had been with vampires in the past, but none had matched her in strength, but this knight was too strong for her, his body well honed. Perfect.

She shifted restlessly beneath him, rubbing herself against the rigid length of his erection. With a feral growl, Falcon closed his mouth over her, laving at her with his skilled tongue as his hand kneaded her other breast. He pinched one nipple with this thumb and index
, as he grazed the other with his fangs.

Sonya cried out as pleasure rocked
through her. She arched up, demanding more. 

Falcon kissed a path to h
er other breast, slowly circling her nipple with the tip of his tongue before taking it into his mouth. He suckled her as he moved his free hand lower. His fingers gripped her hip, holding her in place. He leaned back, coming to his knees. Sonya reluctantly dropped her arms, tossing them over her head.

She devoured him with her gaze. Falcon was all tan muscles. The Black Knight had a body Ares would be jealous of and right now, he belonged to her.

Sonya knew this was forbidden, but right now, she didn't care. She had craved this man for so long, caution could go to hell.

His silvery eyes remained on her. He placed his palms on her knees then, in agonizing slowness, ran his hands up the insides of h
er splayed thighs. Sonya couldn’t breathe, she couldn't think, as he caressed her. She was lost in the emotions he made her feel, in his touch, in his gaze. He dominated her, he ruled her body, and she yearned for more.

Falcon was just as far gone as Sonya. Every cell in his body cried out for her. The need to claim her was maddening. Every breath he took caused him to shutter, the scent of her arousal and their lust clouded his mind. Her sighs of pleasure drove him to the brink. His cock throbbed and ached.